- Here I sit and wait; all the old, broken tablets around me, as well as new, half-written ones. When will my time come?

The hour of my descent, entry: for one more time I want to go to the people.

I am waiting for him now: for first signs must precede me that my the hour has come - namely, a laughing lion with a flock of doves.

In the meantime, I'm talking to myself, like one who has time. Nobody tells me anything new, so I tell myself about myself.

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When I came to people, I found them frozen in their old conceit: they all imagined that they had long known what was good for a person and what was evil for him.

Any talk about virtue seemed to them like an old tiresome thing, and whoever wanted to sleep peacefully, before going to bed, would also talk about “good” and “evil”.

I shook off this drowsiness when I began to teach: no one knows yet what is good and what is evil - if he himself is not the creator!

But the creator is the one who creates a purpose for man and gives the earth its meaning and its future: he for the first time creates good and evil for all things.

And I told them to topple over the old pulpits and everything on which that old conceit sat; I told them to laugh at their great teachers of virtue, at their saints and poets, at their deliverers of the world.

I ordered them to laugh at their gloomy sages and at those who ever, like a black scarecrow, warning, sat on the tree of life.

On the edge of their great street of tombs I sat with carrion and hawks - and I laughed at all their past and its rotten, decayed brilliance.

Truly, like preachers of repentance and madmen, I have expressed my anger at all their great and small - that all their best is so insignificant, that all their worst is so insignificant! - so I laughed.

My desire for wisdom screamed and laughed so much in me, truly, it was born on the mountains, my wild wisdom! - my great longing, noisy wings.

And often it carried me away, into the heights, among laughter; then I flew, shuddering like an arrow through the sun-drunk delight:

There, in the distant future, which no dream has yet seen, to the south hotter than artists have ever dreamed: to where the gods, dancing, are ashamed of all clothes -

Thus I speak in symbols, and, like poets, I stammer and mutter: and verily, I am ashamed that I should still be a poet!

There, where all becoming seemed to me a divine dance and prank, and the world - set free, unbridled, running back to itself -

Like the eternal flight of many gods from themselves and again a new search for oneself, like a blissful contradiction to oneself, new attention to oneself and the return to oneself of many gods.

Where every time seemed to me a blissful mockery of moments, where freedom itself was a necessity, blissfully playing with the sting of freedom.

Where again did I find my old demon and sworn enemy, the spirit of gravity, and everything that he created: violence, statute, necessity, consequence, purpose, will, good and evil. -

Shouldn't there be things above who could dance? Is it because of the fact that there is light and the lightest, shouldn't there be moles and heavy dwarfs?

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There I picked up on the road the word "superman" and that man is something that must be overcome,

That man is a bridge and not a goal; that he rejoices in his noon and evening as the path leading to new morning dawns:

the word of Zarathustra about the great noon, and what else have I hung on a man as on a second purple evening dawn.

Verily, I made them see even new stars and new nights; and over the clouds, day and night, I spread laughter, like a motley tent.

I taught them everything mine thoughts and all aspirations mine: to bring together and carry together everything that is fragmentary, mysterious and terribly random in a person, -

As a poet, a guesser and a deliverer from chance, I taught them to be the creators of the future and everything that It was, - save, creating.

Save the past in a person and transform everything that “was” until the will says: “But I wanted so! That's what I want." -

This I called them deliverance, this alone I taught them to call deliverance. -

Now I'm waiting his deliverance - to go to them for the last time.

For more one once I go to people: among I want to die of them, and, dying, I want to give them my richest gift!

I learned this from the sun, when it sets, the richest luminary: it pours gold into the sea from its inexhaustible treasuries, -

So even the poorest fisherman rows golden paddle! For I saw this once, and as I watched, tears flowed from my eyes without ceasing. -

Like the sun, Zarathustra also wants to set: now he sits here and waits; around it are old, broken tablets, as well as new ones, half-written.

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Look, here is a new tablet; but where are my brothers who will carry it with me into the valley and into hearts of flesh?

Thus says my great love for those farthest away: do not spare your neighbor. Man is something that must be overcome.

There are many ways and ways to overcome - look for them myself! But only a buffoon thinks: “Through a person it is possible jump over».

Overcome yourself even in your neighbor: and the right that you can win for yourself, you must not allow to be given to you!

What you do, no one can compensate you for. Know that there is no retribution.

He who cannot command himself must obey. Others may to command themselves, but they still lack a lot to be able to obey themselves!

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This is what the character of noble souls desires: they do not want to have anything. for nothing, least of all life.

Who from the crowd wants to live in vain; we are others, to whom life is given - we are constantly thinking, what could we give better in trade for for her!

And verily, that speech is noble, which says: "What promises us a life, we we want to fulfill for life!”

There is no need to look for pleasure where there is no place for pleasure. Do not need want enjoy!

For pleasure and innocence are the most shameful things: they do not want to be looked for. They need have, - but search Need more guilt and suffering! -

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O my brothers, whoever is the firstborn is always sacrificed. And now we are firstborn.

We all bleed on secret altars, we all burn and roast in honor of old idols.

Our best is still young; it irritates the old palate. Our meat is tender, our skin is only the skin of a lamb - how can we not irritate the old idol priests!

In ourselves he still lives, the old idol priest, he roasts our best for his feast. Ah, my brethren, how can the first-born not be sacrificed!

But this is how our race wants it; and I love those who do not seek to save themselves. I love those who are perishing with all my love, for they pass over to the other side. -

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be truthful - may few! And who can, does not want more! But least of all can they be kind.

Oh those good ones! - Good people never tell the truth; for a spirit to be so kind is a disease.

They yield, these good ones, they submit, their heart echoes, their reason obeys: but who obeys, he does not listen to himself!

Everything that is called evil by the good must unite in order to be born unified truth, my brethren, are you evil enough to this truth?

Desperate daring, prolonged distrust, cruel denial, satiety, cutting life - as rarely happens This together. But from such a seed, truth is born!

Near with a guilty conscience, everything has grown so far knowledge! Break, break, you knowers, the old tablets!

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When logs are in the water, when bridges and railings are thrown over the river, - truly, they will not believe if someone says then: "Everything flows."

Even goofballs will contradict him. "How? - they will say goof, - everything flows? After all, beams and railings are thrown above river!

« Above everything is strong like a river, all the values ​​of things, bridges, concepts, all “good” and “evil” - all this firmly!» -

And when the harsh winter comes, the tamer of the rivers, then even the scoffers begin to doubt; and verily, not only the bumpkins say then: “Isn’t everything - calmly?»

“At the bottom, everything is calm” - this is the true teaching of winter, convenient for a barren time, a good consolation for those who sleep in winter and couch potatoes in the oven.

"Basically everything is calm" - but against it says the wind in the thaw!

The wind in the thaw is a bull, but not a plowing one, but a mad bull, a destroyer, breaking ice with angry horns! Ice or - breaks bridges!

O my brothers, isn't it all flowing now? Didn't all the railings and bridges fall into the water? Who will become hold on even for "good" and "evil"?

“Woe to us! Thank us! A warm wind blew! - so preach, my brothers, in all the streets!

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There is an old madness, it is called good and evil. Until now, the wheel of this madness has revolved around soothsayers and astrologers.

Once believed into soothsayers and astrologers; and because believed: “Everything is fate: you must, because it must be so!”

Then again they began to distrust all soothsayers and astrologers; and because believed: "Everything is freedom: you can, because you want!"

O my brothers, the stars and the future have so far only been dreamed of, but they have not known; and because until now only dreamed of good and evil, but did not know them!

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"You mustn't rob! You must not kill!" - such words were once called sacred; they bowed their knees and heads before them, and approached them, taking off their shoes.

But I ask you: when there were more robbers and murderers in the world, if not when these words were especially sacred?

Is there no robbery and murder in life itself? And to consider these words sacred, doesn't it mean to kill yourself the truth?

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I feel sorry for the whole past, for I see that it is given to the will, -

Given to the mercy, spirit and madness of each of the generations, which comes and interprets everything that was as a bridge for itself!

A great tyrant may come, a cunning fiend who, with his mercy and his disgrace, will rape the whole past - until it becomes for him a bridge, a sign, a herald and a crowing of a rooster.

But here is another danger and my other regret: the memory of those who are from the crowd does not go further than the grandfather, and time ends with the grandfather.

And so the whole past is left to chance: for it may someday happen that the crowd will become the master, and will drown in shallow water every time.

Therefore, O my brothers, new know, an opponent of everything that is any crowd and any despotism, to know, which on the new tablets will again write the word: "noble."

For many noble ones are needed, and noble ones of many kinds, in order to made up to know! Or, as I once said in a symbol, “Divinity lies in the fact that there are gods, and not God!”.

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O my brothers, I welcome you to a new nobility: you must become creators and educators - sowers of the future, -

Truly, it is not for you to know what you, as merchants, could buy with merchants' gold: for there is little value in everything that has its price.

Not where you are coming from, let it be your honor from now on, but where you are going! Your will and your steps, going beyond yourself - let them be your new honor from now on!

Truly, not that you served the prince - what do princes mean now! - or that you were a stronghold for what stands, so that it stands stronger!

Not that your family at courts became courtiers and you learned, colorful as flamingos, to stand for hours in shallow ponds.

For skill to stand is a merit of the courtiers; and all the courtiers believe that belongs to bliss after death - permission to sit down! -

Nor is it that the spirit they call holy led your ancestors to the promised lands, which I do not promise; for where the worst of all trees, the cross, has grown, there is nothing to praise in such a land!

And truly, wherever this “holy spirit” led its knights, they always fled ahead such processions - goats and geese, madmen and lunatics! -

O my brothers, your knowledge should not look back, but forward! You must be exiles from the country of your fathers and forefathers!

The country of your children you must love: let this love be your new nobility, a country not yet discovered, lying in the most distant seas! And let your sails search and search for it!

With your children you must redeem that you are the children of your fathers: you must save all the past this way! I place this new tablet over you!

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“Why live? Everything is vanity! To live is to thresh straw; to live is to burn oneself and still not get warm.” -

This old chatter is still known as "wisdom"; for that that she is old and smells musty, they respect her even more. Even mold ennobles. -

Children could say this: they fear fire, for he burned them! Much childishness in old wisdom books.

And whoever always "threshes straw," what right does he have to blaspheme threshing! Such fools should be gagged!

They sit down at the table and bring nothing with them, not even healthy hunger; and now they blaspheme: "everything is vanity!"

But it is good to eat and drink well, O my brothers, this is truly not a vain art! Break, break the tablets of those who never rejoice!

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“To the pure, all is pure,” says the people. But I tell you: everything turns into a pig for pigs!

Therefore, frenzied and saints, whose hearts even sank, preach: "The world itself is a dirty monster."

For they are not all pure in spirit; especially those who find neither peace nor rest except by seeing the world behind, - and otherworldly!

Them I say to my face, although it does not sound kindly: the world is similar to a person in that it also has a back part - and only so It's right!

There is a lot of dirt in the world - and this is only so true! But that is why the world itself is not yet a dirty monster!

There is wisdom in the fact that much in the world smells bad - but disgust itself creates wings and forces that divine the sources!

Even in the best there is something repulsive; and even the best man is something that must be overcome!

O my brothers, there is much wisdom in the fact that there is much filth in the world!

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I heard pious otherworldly people speak to their conscience, and truly, without malice and lies, although there is nothing more deceitful and malicious in the world.

“Let the world be the world! Don't even raise your little finger against him!"

“Let anyone who wants to strangle and stab people and rip off their skin - do not even raise your little finger against him! Thus they will learn to renounce the world.” "And your own mind - you yourself must strangle it: for it is the mind of this world - so you yourself will learn to renounce the world." -

Break, break, O my brothers, these old tablets of the pious! Develop the words of slanderers to the world!

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“He who studies a lot, unlearns every strong desire” - this is how they whisper today in all the dark streets.

“Wisdom tires, nothing is rewarded; you must not wish!” - I found this new tablet hung out even in the market squares.

Break, my brothers, break this one too. new tablet! Weary of the world, both the preachers of death and the jailers hanged it: for, look, this is also a sermon calling for slavery!

For they learned badly, and far from the best, and everything too soon and everything too soon: for they ate and that's why they got this messed up stomach,

For a corrupted stomach is their spirit: is he advises death! For verily, my brethren, the spirit there is stomach!

Life is a spring of joy; but in whom the spoiled stomach speaks, the father of sorrow, for that all springs are poisoned.

Knowing is joy for the one in whom the will of the lion! But whoever is tired, he himself becomes only an “object of will”, all waves play with him.

And this is always the case with weak people: they get lost on their way. And finally, their fatigue still asks: “Why did we once go along the roads? It's the same everywhere!"

Them It's nice to hear people preach, "Nothing is rewarded! You must not wish!" But this is a sermon calling for slavery.

O my brethren, like a breath of fresh wind Zarathustra comes to all who are weary of their way; many noses he will make sneeze!

Even through the walls my free breath penetrates, enters prisons and captive minds!

"Wanting" liberates: for wanting means to create, - So I am learning. And only to create, you must learn!

And you should even learn from me first learn, good to learn! He who has ears, let him hear!

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The boat is ready - on the other side you will fall, perhaps, into the great Nothing. - But who wants to enter into this "perhaps"?

None of you wants to enter the boat of death! How do you want to be weary of the world!

Tired of the world! You haven't even left the earth yet! I always found you lustful towards the earth, still in love with your own weariness with the earth!

It is not for nothing that your lip drooped: a small earthly desire still sits on it! And in the eye - doesn't a cloud of unforgotten earthly joy float?

There are many good inventions on earth, some of them useful, others pleasant; for their sake it is worth loving the earth.

And many inventions are so good that they are, like a woman's breasts, both useful and pleasant.

And you, tired of the world and lazy! You must be whipped with rods! With blows of the rod, you need to return your frisky legs.

For - if you are not sick and obsolete creatures from which the earth is tired, then you are cunning sloths or thieving, lurking, lustful cats. And if you don't want to have fun again run away, must you - disappear!

One should not wish to be a doctor of the incurable - thus teaches Zarathustra - therefore you must disappear!

But need more courage in order to put an end, than to sit out a new verse - all doctors and poets know this.

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O my brethren, there are tablets created by weariness and tablets created by rotten indolence - although they speak the same way, they want to be heard differently. -

Look at this thirsty one! Only one span still separates him from his goal, but from fatigue he lay down here stubbornly in the dust - this brave man!

From fatigue, he yawns at the path, at the ground, at the goal and at himself: he does not want to take a single step further - this brave man!

And now the sun beats him down, and the dogs lick his sweat; but he lies here in his stubbornness and prefers to languish with thirst -

A span away from your goal to languish with thirst! And, truly, you will still have to drag him by the hair to his sky - this hero!

oh, better still, leave him where he lay down, so that a comforting sleep will come to him with the sound of a refreshing rain.

Leave him to lie until he himself wakes up - until he himself renounces all weariness and everything that weariness taught him!

Only, my brothers, drive away from him dogs, lazy slickers and all the noisy rabble -

All the noisy rabble of "cultured" people who regale themselves - then heroes!

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I close circles around me and sacred boundaries; fewer and fewer climbing mountains with me; I build a backbone of more and more sacred mountains. -

And in volume his art, that in ascending souls he guesses where they are weary; in your grief and discontent, in your tender bashfulness, he builds his hideous nest.

The soul is the most extensive, which can run far, wander and rush about in itself; the most necessary, which for the sake of pleasure throws itself into chance, -

The soul that is, which is immersed in becoming; possessor, which wants enter into will and desire, -

Running away from herself and catching up with herself in wide circles; the wisest soul, which madness quietly invites to itself, -

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O my brothers, am I cruel? But I say: what falls, you still need to push!

Everything from today - falls and disintegrates; who would want to keep it! But I am me want push him again!

Do you know the pleasure of rolling stones into sheer depths? “These present-day people: look at them, how they slide into my depths!”

I am only a prelude to the best players, O my brothers! Example! Do by my example!

And whom you do not teach to fly, teach him - fall faster!

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I love the brave; but it's not enough to be a grunt - you also need to know whom hack!

And often there is more courage in holding on and passing by - and this save yourself for a more worthy enemy!

You should have only enemies that you would hate, and not such that you despise them. You need to be proud of your enemy - so I taught once.

For a more worthy enemy, you must take care of yourself, O my friends; therefore, you must pass by many things, -

Especially past the numerous scum, shouting in your ears about the people and peoples.

Keep your eyes clear of their pros and cons! There is a lot of justice, a lot of unfairness: whoever looks there is indignant.

Peeking and cutting is a matter of one minute: so go into the woods and sheathe your sword!

Go their roads! And let the people and peoples go on their own! - verily, by dark roads, not illuminated by any unified hope!

Let the merchant reign where all that still glitters is the merchant's gold! The time of kings has passed: what is today called a people does not deserve kings.

See how these peoples themselves now imitate the merchants: they pick up the slightest advantage from all sorts of rubbish!

They lie in wait for each other, they look out for something from each other - this is what they call "good neighborhood." O blessed distant time, when the people said to themselves: “I want to be above the nations - to be mister!»

For, my brethren, the best shall prevail, the best and wants dominate! And where the teaching says otherwise, there - No the best.

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If these- had bread for free, alas! what would you shout they! Their subsistence is the real food for their conversations; and let it be hard for them!

They are predatory beasts: in their word “work” one also hears rob, in their word “earn” one also hears outwitting! Therefore, let it be difficult for them!

Thus should they become better beasts of prey, more cunning, more intelligent, more human-like: for man is the best beast of prey.

From all the beasts man has already robbed their virtues; therefore, of all animals, it is most difficult for man to get his livelihood.

Only more birds are taller than him. And if a person also learned to fly, alas! - wherever his rapacity did not fly!

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I want to see a man and a woman: one capable of war, the other capable of childbearing, but both capable of dancing head and feet.

And let the day be lost for us when never we didn't dance! And let us call false any truth that did not have laughter!

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Making Your Marriages: Watch It Don't Go Bad conclusion! You concluded too quickly: from here should- defilement of marriage!

And it is better to desecrate a marriage than to bend a marriage, to lie about a marriage! - one woman told me: “Yes, I defiled the marriage, but first the marriage defiled me!”

Bad spouses I have always found the most vindictive: they take revenge on the whole world for the fact that they can no longer go each one separately.

Therefore, I want honest people to say to each other: “We love each other; We'll see can we continue to love each other! Or will our promise be an oversight?

- “Give us a term and a short alliance, so that we can see if we are fit for a long alliance! The great thing is to always be together!”

So I advise all honest; and what would be my love for the superman and for everything that is to come, if I advised and spoke otherwise!

Grow not only in breadth, but also skyward- O my brothers, may the garden of matrimony help you!

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He who is wise in the old sources, behold, he will eventually seek the springs of the future and new sources. -

O my brothers, not for long, and there will be new nations, and new springs will rustle, falling into new depths.

For an earthquake - fills up many wells and creates many thirsty; but it also brings forth inner powers and mysteries.

An earthquake opens new springs. When the old peoples are shaken, new springs spring up.

And who then exclaims: “Look, here is a single spring for many thirsty, single heart for many languishing, unified will for many weapons," around which is gathering people, i.e., many testers.

Who knows how to command, who must obey - it is tested there! Oh, what a long search, success and failure, study and new attempts!

Human society: it is an attempt, so I teach, a long search; but it seeks the commanding one! - an attempt, my brothers! But not"contract"! Break, break this word of soft and indecisive hearts and half-hearted people!

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O my brothers! Wherein lies the greatest danger to the entire human future? Is it not in the good and the righteous?

Is it not in those who say and feel in their hearts: “We already know what is good and what is righteous, we have reached this; woe to those who are still looking here!

And no matter what harm the evil do, the harm of the good is the most harmful harm!

And no matter how much harm the slanderers have done to the world, the harm of the good is the most harmful harm.

O my brethren, in the heart of the good and righteous one once looked who then said: "These are the Pharisees." But he was not understood.

The kindest and most righteous should not have understood him; their spirit is a prisoner of their pure conscience. The stupidity of the good is inscrutablely clever.

But here's the truth: good should be Pharisees - they have no other choice!

Kind should crucify him who finds his own virtue! This is- truth!

The second one who discovered their country, the country, heart and land of the good and righteous, was the one who then asked: “Whom do they hate most of all?”

Creative they hate most of all: the one who breaks the tablets and old values, the destroyer - whom they call a criminal.

For the good can not create: they are always the beginning of the end

they crucify the one who writes new values ​​on new tablets, they bring yourself sacrificing the future

They crucify the whole human future!

The good ones were always the beginning of the end.

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O my brethren, have you also understood this word? And what did I once say about "the last man"? -

Wherein lies the greatest danger to the entire human future? Is it not in the good and the righteous?

Break, break the good and the righteous! “O my brethren, have you also understood this word?

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Are you running from me? Are you scared? Do you tremble at this word?

O my brothers, when I commanded you to break the good ones and the tablets of the good ones, then for the first time I let a man sail on his open sea.

And now only great fear sets in for him, great prudence, great illness, great disgust, great seasickness.

Deceptive shores and false security have been shown to you by good ones; in the lies of the good you were born and shrouded in it. The good have perverted and distorted everything to the very foundations.

But whoever discovered the earth "man" also discovered the earth "human future". Now you must be sailors, brave and patient!

Walk straight in time, O my brothers, learn to walk straight!

The sea is raging; many need you to rise again. The sea is raging: everything is in the sea. Well! forward! you old sailor hearts!

What do you care about the motherland! There our ship seeks, where country of children ours! There, in the open, more furiously than the sea, our great longing rages! -

Thus spoke Zarathustra

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“Why so hard! - once said charcoal to a diamond. “Are we not close relatives?” -

Why so soft? O my brothers, thus I ask you: are you not my brothers?

Why so soft, so submissive and compliant? Why so much denial, renunciation in your heart? So little fate in your eyes?

And if you do not want to be fatal and inflexible, how can you ever win with me?

And if your hardness does not want to sparkle and cut and dissect, how can you ever, together with me, create?

All creators are precisely firm. And it must seem blissful to you to lay your hand on millennia, as on wax, -

Bliss to write at the mercy of millennia, as on bronze - harder than bronze, nobler than bronze. Only the noblest is absolutely firm.

This new tablet, O my brothers, I give you: stand hard!

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O my will! You are the avoidance of all troubles, you are the inevitability my! Keep me safe from all little victories!

You are the lot of my soul, which I call fate! You are inside me! Need me! Protect and save me for unified great fate!

And save your last greatness, O my will, for the end - so that you are inexorable in your victory! Ah, who did not submit to his victory!

Ah, whose eye did not darken in this intoxicating twilight! Ah, whose foot did not stumble and did not forget how to win - to stand!

May I be ready and ripe at the great noon: ready and ripe, like white-hot copper, like a cloud fraught with lightning, and like an udder swollen with milk, -

Ready for himself and for his most secret will: like a bow flaming towards its arrow, like an arrow flaming towards its star;

Like a star, ready and ripe in its noon, blazing, pierced, blissful before the destroying arrows of the sun;

Like the sun itself and its inexorable will, ready to be destroyed in victory!

O will, avoidance of all troubles, you are an inevitability my! save me for unified great victory!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Recovering

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One morning, shortly after his return to the cave, Zarathustra jumped up from his bed like a madman, began to scream in a terrible voice, waving his arms, as if someone was lying on a bed and did not want to get up; and the voice of Zarathustra thundered so that his animals, frightened, ran up to him, and from all the holes and cracks adjacent to the cave of Zarathustra, all the animals fled, flying away, crawling away and jumping - what legs and wings were given to whom. Zarathustra said this:

Get up, bottomless thought, get out of my depths! I am your cock and your morning twilight, sleepy worm: get up! get up! my voice will wake you up!

Break the bands of your hearing: listen! Because I want to hear from you! Get up! Get up! There's enough thunder here to make even the graves listen!

Erase sleep, and also all myopia, all blindness from your eyes! Listen to me even with your eyes: my voice is a medicine even for those born blind.

And when you wake up, you will remain awake forever. Not such is I, in order to wake up great-grandmothers from sleep, tell them - so that they continue to sleep!

Are you wiggling and stretching and wheezing? Get up! Get up! Do not wheeze - you must speak! Zarathustra is calling you, atheist!

I, Zarathustra, protector of life, protector of suffering, protector of the circle - I call you, the deepest of my thoughts!

Thank me! You go - I hear you! The abyss is mine He speaks, I brought my last depth into the light!

Thank me! Go! Give me your hand - ha! let it go! Ha, ha - disgust! disgust! disgust! - woe to me!

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But no sooner had Zarathustra spoken these words than he fell dead and remained for a long time as if dead. When he came to himself, he was pale, trembling, continued to lie down and for a long time did not want to eat or drink. This state lasted for seven days; his animals did not leave him day or night, and only the eagle flew away to bring food. And everything that he found and that he happened to take away by force, he piled on Zarathustra's bed: so that Zarathustra lay at last among yellow and red berries, among grapes, rose apples, fragrant herbs and cedar cones. At his feet were two lambs, which the eagle with difficulty took from their shepherds.

Finally, after seven days, Zarathustra arose on his bed, took a rose apple in his hand, smelled it and found its smell pleasant. Then his animals thought that the time had come to speak to him.

“O Zarathustra,” they said, “for seven days now you have been lying with your eyes closed; don't you want to finally get back on your feet?

Come out of your cave: the world awaits you like a garden. The wind plays with a heavy fragrance that begs you; and all streams would like to run after you.

All things yearn for you, why did you remain alone for seven days - come out of your cave! All things want to be your doctors!

Has a new knowledge come down to you, bitter, heavy? Like soured dough, you lay, your soul rose and swelled beyond its limits.

O my beasts, answered Zarathustra, keep on talking and let me listen to you! Your chatter refreshes me: where they talk, there the world already stretches out before me like a garden.

How nice it is that there are words and sounds: aren't there words and sounds like rainbows and ghostly bridges thrown over everything that is forever disconnected?

Each soul has a special world; for every soul, every other soul is the other world.

Only between the most similar is the phantom the most deceptive: for the smallest abyss is the most difficult to bridge.

For me, how could there be anything outside of me? There is nothing outside of us! But we forget this at every sound; and how gratifying that we forget!

Are not names and sounds then given to things, so that man may be refreshed by things? Talking is a beautiful madness: speaking, man dances over all things.

How pleasant is every speech and every falsehood of sounds! Thanks to the sounds, our love dances on colorful rainbows.

“O Zarathustra,” the animals said to this, “for those who think like us, all things dance by themselves: everything comes, gives each other a hand, laughs and runs away - and returns again.

Everything goes, everything returns; the wheel of life keeps turning forever. Everything dies, everything blooms again, the year of being forever runs.

Everything perishes, everything settles again; the same house of being is being built eternally. Everything is parted, everything welcomes each other again; forever remains true to itself the ring of being.

At every moment being begins; around each "here" rolls "there". The center is everywhere. The curve is the path of eternity."

O you, pranksters and hurdy-gurdy! answered Zarathustra, and smiled again. - How well do you know what was to be fulfilled in seven days -

And how that monster crawled into my throat and choked me! But I bit off his head and spat it away from me.

And you - have you already made a street song out of it? And I'm lying here, still reeling from this biting and spitting, still sick of my own deliverance.

And have you looked at all this? O my animals, are you also cruel? Did you really want to look at my great suffering, as people do? For man is the most cruel of all animals.

During tragedies, bullfights and crucifixions, he still felt at his best on earth; and when he found hell for himself, then hell became his heaven on earth.

When a big man shouts: in a moment a small one runs up to him; and his tongue hangs out of his mouth with pleasure. But he calls it his "compassion."

A little man, especially a poet, with what ardor he accuses life in words! Listen to him, but do not listen to the joy in all his complaints!

These are the accusers of life: they are overcome by life in an instant. "Do you love me? - says bold. "Wait a minute, I don't have time for you yet."

Man is the most cruel animal to himself; and in everything that is called "sinner", "bearer of the cross" and "repentant", do not listen to the joy mixed with these complaints and accusations!

And I myself - do not I want to be the accuser of a person? Ah, my animals, only one thing have I learned so far, that a man needs his worst for his best,

That all the most evil is his best force and the hardest stone for the highest creator; and that a person should get better and meaner:

Not for that I was nailed to the tree of torment, that I know that a person is angry - but because I shouted, like no one else has shouted:

“Ah, his most evil is so insignificant! Ah, his best is so insignificant!”

Great disgust for man - it choked me and crawled down my throat; and what the soothsayer predicted: "It doesn't matter, nothing is rewarded, knowledge suffocates."

A long twilight stretched before me, deadly tired, drunk to death sadness, which said, yawning from the top of its mouth:

“The man from whom you are tired, the little man, always returns,” my sadness yawned, stretched and could not sleep.

The human earth turned into a cave for me, its chest collapsed, everything living became for me human rottenness, bones and ruins of the past.

My sighs sat on all human graves and could not get up; my sighs and questions croaked, choked, gnawed and complained day and night:

“Ah, man always comes back! The little man always comes back!”

I once saw both naked, the biggest and the smallest man: they are too similar to each other - too much a man, even the biggest man!

The biggest one is too small! - It was my disgust for the man! And the eternal return of even the smallest person! - It was my dislike for all existence!

Ah, disgust! disgust! disgust! Thus spoke Zarathustra, sighing and trembling, for he remembered his illness. But then his animals did not let him continue.

“Stop talking, O recovering one! - so his animals answered him. - Get out of here and go where the world is waiting for you, like a garden.

Go to the roses, to the bees and flocks of doves! Especially to songbirds, to learn from them sing!

For singing is characteristic of those who are in recovery; healthy, let him speak. And even if a healthy person wants songs, he wants other songs than a recovering one.

Oh, you pranksters and hurdy-gurdies, shut up! answered Zarathustra, and laughed at the speech of his beasts. How well do you know what consolation I have found for myself in these seven days!

I need to sing again - This consolation and This recovery I found myself; don't you want to make a street song out of this at once?

“Stop talking,” his animals answered him for the second time, “better, O recovering one, make yourself a lyre, a new lyre!

For you see, O Zarathustra! Your new songs need a new lyre.

Sing and make noise, O Zarathustra, heal your soul with new songs: so that you can bear your great destiny, which has not yet been the destiny of any man!

For your animals know well, O Zarathustra, who you are and what you must become; look, you are the teacher of eternal return, - in this now your appointment!

You must be the first to announce This teaching - and how could this great destiny not also be your greatest danger and disease!

Look, we know what you are teaching: that all things eternally return and we ourselves with them, and that we have already existed an infinite number of times and all things with us.

You teach that there is a great year of becoming, a monstrously great year: it must, like an hourglass, turn anew forever, to flow again and again become empty, -

So that all these years are like themselves, in big and small, so that we ourselves, in every great year, are like ourselves, in big and small.

And if you wanted to die now, O Zarathustra, look, we also know how you would then speak to yourself; but your animals ask you not to die yet.

You would begin to speak intrepidly, sighing several times from bliss: for great heaviness and despondency would be removed from you, O most patient!

“Now I die and disappear,” you would say, “and in a moment I will be nothing. Souls are as mortal as bodies.

But the connection of causality, in which I am woven, will return again - it will again create me! I myself belong to the causes of the eternal return.

I will return again with this sun, with this earth, with this eagle, with this snake - not to a new life not to a better life not to a life similar to the former:

I will forever return to the same life, in great and small, to teach again about the eternal return of all things,

To repeat the word about the great noon of the earth and man, to again proclaim to people about the superman.

I have spoken my word, I am broken on my word: this is how my eternal destiny wants, - as a herald, I perish!

The hour has come when the dying man blesses himself. So - ends sunset of Zarathustra.

Having said this, the beasts fell silent and waited for Zarathustra to answer something to them; but Zarathustra did not hear that they were silent. He lay quietly, with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, although he did not sleep: for at that time he was talking to his soul. The serpent and the eagle, seeing him so silent, honored the great silence around him and withdrew cautiously.

In support of the International Center of the Roerichs

N.K. Roerich Human Affairs. 1914

In addition to the already known threat of flooding part of the land from the melting of glaciers as a result of global warming, there is another hidden threat that is discussed only by very narrow specialists. It consists in an additional rise in the level of the world ocean as a result of filling deep-sea trenches with magma.

“The biggest terrestrial cataclysms came from underwater breakthroughs. Let us not forget that if the above-ground peaks reach thirty thousand feet, then the underwater gorges even exceed these measures. One can imagine the process at a distance of seventy thousand feet. The disappearance of lakes is not so dangerous, but one should be wary of raising the water level. The Earth experienced the same fate several times, but people do not think on a planetary scale. Now one can notice some similarities with past events. The imbalance of fires and waters will be the subject of deep observation. Some will think, and many will scoff.” (MO, ch2, 207)

The most famous Mariana Trench reaches a depth of 11 km with a length of 1340 km. In total there are more than a dozen such gutters. Judging by the impressive total volume of deep-sea trenches, which is estimated at several million cubic kilometers, the rise in the level of ocean waters can also be impressive. If we take the total volume of the gutters equal to 4 million km 3, which is much less than it actually is, then when this volume is filled with magma, the level of the world ocean will rise by 10 m. Let there be partial filling, but even a rise in ocean level by 1 meter is catastrophic for island states and coastal cities.

Why can these troughs fill with magma? The answer is quite simple - as a result of a decrease in the thickness of the earth's crust in general and the ocean in particular. This process has been going on for many years, and confirmation of this can be seen in the increase in the number of earthquakes. Before World War I, there were days without earthquakes at all. We now live on a constantly shaking Earth. If in 2010 earthquakes with a magnitude above 4 points occurred 5-6 times a day, then in 2016-2017 they occur 12-15, and earthquakes with a magnitude of less than 4 points - more than 100 per day. There are about 50,000 earthquakes on Earth every year, intense enough to be seen without the aid of instruments.

The oceanic crust is very thin, only 3-10 km thick. It is natural to assume that the smallest thickness of the oceanic crust is at the bottom of the trenches. The way it is. It is there that the minimum thickness of the crust, and with a further decrease in its thickness, it is possible to melt the bottom of the trench and fill its volume with magma. Whether it will be partial or complete, it doesn't matter. It is important that this can happen, therefore, the filling is likely to continue.

A further decrease in the thickness of the earth's crust will entail more serious consequences. The number of powerful destructive earthquakes will increase. Known ancient volcanoes and unknown ancient ones will begin to wake up. How melted snowdrifts will begin to subside on the continents in those parts where this process is more active. The last large island of the Atlanteans, Poseidonis, about 12 thousand years ago, with a roar went under water, is an example of this. The High Prophecies say that the British Isles are the first in this list to suffer a similar fate, followed by France and America.

What is the reason for these processes? The reason is a very low level of human consciousness. So low is the thinking of humanity in the general mass that it seems that the animal kingdom in this regard is beginning to bypass it. The aura of the Earth, the state of which directly depends on the quality of thinking of mankind, has turned from golden yellow into a disgusting dirty brown. Darkness covers the earth. The Spatial Fire cannot pass through this barrier in order to exchange energies with the underground Fire in order to calm it down. It is on this principle that the delicate balance of all planets with hot interiors and solid crust is based, including our planet. Deprived of a full-fledged exchange with the rays of the Cosmos, the underground Fire rushes out on its own. The equilibrium collapses, the bowels of the planet warm up, and magmas begin to melt the earth's crust. Thus, briefly and very simply, one can show the root cause of the coming great fiery catastrophes.

It has long been said about this. Humanity had little choice: either a complete explosion of the planet, or salvation at the cost of destroying a soulless material civilization and then mitigating a global catastrophe. The second option is preferable, but it can be achieved only with considerable effort.

The fire of human passions is akin to the underground Fire, and since like attracts like, the attraction of the underground Fire will be greater in those places where peoples possessed by these passions live, where blood is shed most of all during numerous wars. There is a lot of low in people: greed, stinginess, greed, lust for power, hatred and cruelty, sexual promiscuity, thirst for pleasure and entertainment, etc., etc. Where can one find human communities even partially free from such passions? They are practically non-existent on Earth, with the possible exception of small tribes in hard-to-reach places, shying away from the benefits of civilization in horror. Paradox! The degrading remnants of the early races, savage tribes with a deliberately low level of consciousness, turn out to be morally and spiritually purer than the advanced civilized peoples. It shouldn't be like this, it's not normal! This has long been abnormal. It is humanity that does not want to fulfill the laws of the foundations of Existence.

All the kingdoms of Nature are below man, i.e. the mineral, vegetable and animal kingdoms do not violate the foundations of Being. Take, for example, the law of sacrifice or the law of exchange. The minerals that make up the flesh of the Earth sacrifice part of themselves in the form of salts and their solutions to support the life of the plant and animal kingdoms, including humans, because the body of a physical person is not fundamentally different from an animal. Water is also a mineral, without which physical life on Earth is simply impossible. Plants sacrifice part of themselves to sustain the life of the animal kingdom and man. Animals sacrifice a part of themselves within their kingdom, and also provide a person with food, clothing and other things.

What do these kingdoms get in exchange for their sacrifices? The mineral kingdom, with the help of plants and animals, is transformed into an innumerable number of chemical compounds, enriching all of nature. The plant kingdom receives carbon dioxide and fertilizers from animals and humans, thereby ensuring its existence. Animals that sacrifice part of their community thereby maintain their ranks in a high vitality necessary for the conservation of species. Animals receive protection from humans in the form of domestication.

What does man give to all the lower kingdoms? If you rise above the ground and look at the traces of human activity, you can understand that he has only been taking for a long time. Predatory plunder of the earth's interior, the destruction of forests and vegetation on the Earth, the extermination of species of wild animals. Add to this air pollution, soil poisoning and ocean pollution. This is what man pays to the lower kingdoms for their sacrifices. In addition, a person, in turn, must sacrifice something to the Higher Forces of Nature. How? The ancient man, in gratitude to his Gods, sacrificed the best lamb or bull, and he was honest with them. Of course, the Gods did not need specific sacrifices, but the attitude of a person to the Higher Beginning was important. It is important even now. Get better, get taller, sacrifice the low qualities of your nature. “Give Me your spiritual rubbish and you will become closer to Me,” says the Lord of Wisdom. “Kill the unbeliever in yourself,” the Koran asks for the same. A person does not want to part with these rags, he has become accustomed to them, he does not notice them.

But man heads all the kingdoms of nature, he is the leading, highest spiritual principle of the planet. In the stream of evolution, everything that exists on Earth is drawn to man and strives to become a man in the future. Immobile, long-suffering minerals tend to grow, to change forms, to grow. And we can see this desire in the amazing beauty of growing crystals, in the floral ornament of frosty patterns on the window glass, which are so skillfully built by water crystals. Plants, rooted in the ground, strive for freedom of movement, for animals. They express it in many ways of seed dispersal - there are walking, rolling, flying, animal travel, and many other ways of dispersing them. There are creeping plants, there are algae just traveling through the ocean. Animals yearn for humans. This can be seen well in pets. They work together with a person, feel the mood of the owner well and strive to express their emotions like a person. Some wild animals are also capable of expressing their feelings and are drawn to communicate with a person with mutual trust.

So, everything is drawn to the person. This is the law of evolution. Remove man from the planet, and the existence of the lower kingdoms will lose all meaning. Such a planet is not needed by the Cosmos. The immediate goal of the existence of a visible physical planet is to grow your humanity to the level of spiritual enlightenment, after which there is no need for an earthly incarnation. The goal of man is to achieve this enlightenment by becoming a divine collaborator and thereby advancing the lower realms of Nature. The highest meaning of the biblical parables about the talents and the prodigal son lies precisely in this. Just such a person is valuable for evolution, for the Great Intelligent Forces protecting the planet and leading its humanity. The prodigal son, the personified symbol of humanity, returned to his Father, he retained the talents given to him at the beginning of his wanderings, he multiplied them with the difficult experience of numerous incarnations. He attached the flame of his spark to the Flame of the Father's Heart. He returned to Prometheus the Father with his great Gift. And the chains will fall from Prometheus, and Space will rejoice! Is this not the highest happiness!?

The myth of Prometheus tells of fire given to man. He tells, of course, not about the fire of a fire or hearth, which made it possible for primitive man to warm himself. In ancient times, this myth was such a great secret that the ancient Greek playwright Aeschylus, who staged the drama "Chained Prometheus" on the Athenian stage, was sentenced to death. Prometheus is a collective image of the collective Logos, who at the dawn of physical humanity gave a divine spark to every person from the Flame of his Heart. This Gift, which is the highest Sacrament, radically changed the consciousness of man. He developed self-awareness and cognitive ability - the main difference from the animal. At the same time, the law of free will came into force. Since then, Prometheus chained himself to the Earth - he took it upon himself to bring humanity to the ultimate goal. Identifying himself with humanity as with his children, Prometheus crucified himself on this sinful Earth for a very long time. And ungrateful humanity inflicts suffering on these Divine Beings in the same way as a kite pecking at the liver, chained to a rock, Prometheus.

The law of free will for a person is one of the laws of the foundations of Being. Of all the natural kingdoms, it concerns only man, he is granted such a divine privilege.

“It is this generous gift, not used correctly, that causes grave consequences ... One can be convinced by everything how much people do not think about their purpose,” says in one of the books of the Living Ethics (Brotherhood, part 1, item 46).

N.K. Roerich. Armageddon. 1936. N.K. Roerich Doomed city. 1914

The law of free will implies freedom of choice. It is quite natural that for successful spiritual development the will of a person must be directed towards evolution. Every effort that promotes evolution is Good. And this law is essentially the law of Good Will. But man, being guided by the freedom of choice, can either unknowingly or consciously direct his will against evolution. Obstruction of evolution, abuse of free will - is Evil. Thus Good Will is opposed to the evil will.

Let's imagine such a fabulous situation: you are endowed with divine power and you are instructed to bring the inhabitants of an ordinary anthill to enlightenment. The payment for such work is the acquisition of faithful employees in the further endless path of improvement. Great task! But the anthill exists perfectly without you, each of its members selflessly works for its common good, which ensures the task of survival in this world. However, ants do this unconsciously, obeying instinct. In this state, they are not suitable as conscientious co-workers. The Prometheus gift is needed, because. the law is the same for the entire Cosmos. And you make this gift. It is not difficult to guess what will happen next. Having gained self-consciousness and free will, the inhabitants of your anthill will work for some time just as selflessly, listening to the wisdom of their father, i.e. your wisdom. And this will be their golden age. But then a small petty thought creeps into the minds of some individuals - why hunch over the whole anthill when you can work only for yourself? And you can choose. And they will begin to hide, appropriate and rob each other. Groups will start to form. There will be wars between the groups. There will be no trace of the former prosperity. Calamity and suffering will become the lot of ants. You will not be able to stop this process by your will, because. the law of free will of your wards must be observed. Everything! You have chained yourself to this anthill, you have crucified yourself on this heap! You have no choice, you must complete the commitment you have made. The end can have two outcomes - either the complete death of the anthill with the stubborn resistance of its inhabitants, or the salvation of the anthill when most of the ants realize the need to move towards the Good. To achieve a successful outcome, you are doing everything to raise the consciousness of your children. You send the most capable ants to the world of the anthill with various missions that will instill various arts: construction, sculpture, painting, music and much more. You will saturate the space with ideas and ants capable of perception create science, philosophy, etc. You will send your very best children as religious reformers, and the lofty Teachings of Life will arise. But the power in the anthill has long belonged to those ants for whom the only value is delicious food, for example, fat caterpillars. And they will destroy everything that threatens their exquisite food. They will kill the sent saviors. They will kindle the worst of wars - religious ones, in the name of the same saviors. They will burn advanced scientists at the stake. They will establish an award in the name of a scientist who made a fortune on a deadly explosive. All inventions will be primarily used for warfare. Your ants will develop their intellect extremely and in their pride will declare all higher knowledge to be pseudoscience. The centers of real culture will be destroyed, instead of this, a low-grade mass culture will be planted, aimed at inciting animal instincts. Violent ant fights will be encouraged, gathering many thousands of other ants hungry for similar spectacles. You will be able to see crowds of thousands of your children raging to the destructive rhythms of primitive rough music and under the influence of drugs. All this will be declared the highest values, for which the powerful ants are ready to declare war on anyone who does not agree with this state of affairs. It will be interesting to know your inner feeling, will it not resemble the torments of Prometheus?

So what to do? How to be saved? At least partially!

Reforms, fundamental reforms in politics and the economy - that's the way out! - we will hear from all sides.

And let's listen to the Great Teachers.

N.K. Roerich the last angel. 1912
N.K. Roerich The most pure city - exasperation to the enemies. 1911

“So, the dark forces have brought the planet to such a state when no earthly decision can return conditional well-being. No one can consider that the earthly measures of yesterday are suitable for tomorrow ... One should not think that the specter of trade can, at least temporarily, give a stable stay. ... Life has turned into trade, but which of the Teachers of Life was a huckster? You know the great symbols about the expulsion of merchants from the Temple, but isn't the Earth itself a Temple? … » - we read in the Living Ethics (Fiery World, part 1, p. 83).

Like this. No reforms will help! We need a qualitatively different humanity. It's about saving the planet, not about prices and politics. And where to get another humanity? What has grown has grown! Humanity cannot be changed overnight. And they won't! Try in one single small country, very small, to create a new type of society. A type of society based on the principles of real Freedom (and not permissiveness and self-will), real Equality (and not evil human rights) and real Brotherhood (and not a deceitful society). Children are drawn to this life from the very beginning. And a small country would successfully begin to educate normal people one generation after another. But they won't! Everything will start with the invasion of all sorts of international societies such as the protection of plants, animals, as well as human rights (criminals and all sorts of minorities), and end with the complete destruction of a small country with the help of tanks and bulldozers. In a big country it can be different - they themselves will start and destroy everything themselves with the help of liberals of all stripes and "democratic values".

It is clear that the great problems of mankind are the work of mankind itself. These problems will never be solved until a normal enlightened society is brought up and created. The creation of such a society is a rather lengthy and difficult process. You can only slide down without any effort, but going up always requires effort. This is true in every sense.

“…Free will exists, and no one will deny it, but one can constantly notice some inconsistencies with the actions and thinking of the Supermundane Forces… It is deplorable to observe that chaotic will prevails among people. It does not improve from formal education. Free will is the prerogative of man. But without harmony with the Higher Forces, it becomes a disaster.” , (Living Ethics. Brotherhood, part 1, p. 103).

Almost no one is engaged in enlightenment of peoples. This does not mean literacy, not education (primary, secondary, higher, etc.), but education. What is the difference between an enlightened person and a simply educated person?

An enlightened person knows the basic Laws of Existence! He knows: that dead matter does not exist, that the entire Cosmos is saturated with life of different levels of consciousness; that the ape evolved from man, and not vice versa; that there is no death, that there is an immutable law of reincarnation and karma, and that in this sense all people on Earth are brothers; what is the highest law of Existence - Love for everything that exists, including for one's own kind. He still does not know much, but he strives to know more, thinks a lot and tries to live without violating these Laws and constantly improving himself. He lives for the common good, is not afraid of death, is calm, confident in the future, tolerant of all manifestations of life and non-aggressive.

A typical educated person considers matter to be dead and puzzles over how life arose from dead matter. He believes: that man descended from apes; that he lives only once, and therefore you need to take everything from life and in any way; that technological progress would solve all his problems; that science will make man immortal, and so on. He lives for himself, is restless, afraid of death, afraid of the future, intolerant, selfish and aggressive.

This is a rough division, but it is correct.

S.N. Roerich. A Warning to Mankind (Behold Mankind!) 1962

Enlightened people are few in the world. The main majority is an ignorant mass, which includes both very educated and generally illiterate people, of which there are a great many. Salvation of the Earth in the enlightenment of peoples. But enlightenment is illegal. Enlightenment is de facto forbidden. For reading the books of the "Secret Doctrine" and the Teachings of the "Living Ethics" not so long ago they could be deprived of liberty. Today, these books are simply declared "heretical" and "pseudo-scientific." The paintings of the Great Artist and the Enlightener are plundered and imprisoned in private collections and in the dungeons of state museums. Darkness rules the world and entire generations continue to be in ignorance. A great crime is committed by the rulers of countries who keep their peoples in ignorance, in darkness. The whole horror also lies in the fact that the actual slaves of darkness do not see and do not recognize their slave position. Some chew on their "delicious caterpillars", while others crave it. The third is not seen or heard.

And there is no more time. Ask the gardener what date his apple tree will bloom? He will answer that he cannot name the number, but he knows for sure that it will bloom on time. Also, no one can say when, in what year this or that catastrophic event will occur. But the evolutionary time has come close. Fire is knocking at the door, and great fiery catastrophes cannot be avoided. The earth's firmament is swaying under the feet of mankind, and the incomprehensible, inexplicable rumble of the Earth is already frightening people.

In world history, it has repeatedly happened that peoples who were previously at enmity suddenly united together against a common enemy, putting their feuds aside, and won. A common misfortune unites people, there comes a kind of insight and reassessment of values. There is hope that the world community, having assessed the real threats, will create some kind of interstate mechanism to prevent mass disasters. But the most important thing is the hope for a shift in consciousness in the human masses of the world. Enthusiasm is a great force. There will be an interest in knowing the causes of things happening, and with it the eradication of ignorance. The transformation of consciousness can proceed with unprecedented speed. The Higher Forces will come to the aid of mankind, and in this powerful union there will be salvation. Let us recall once again the words of the Great Personality: “… no earthly decision can restore conditional well-being.” Earthly - no, but in union with the Higher Beginning - Yes!

In the meantime, in the capital of Russia, the country in which the birth of that very new humanity is destined, the dark army, mockingly, is trying to take possession of the Legacy of the Great Artist and destroy the Center of Education founded by his Great Son. The dark army forgot about the Laws of Evolution, about their inexorable action and steady implementation of the Higher Decisions.

But we know that the destined Center - to be!

Kazakhstan, Ust-Kamenogorsk

Thirty-three freaks. Collection Ivanov Vyacheslav Ivanovich

WILL

Dedicated Sergei Gorodetsky (69)

Alena Simkina was supposed to have a baby around this time.

As a child, I was with her, on her mother's cart, carrying potatoes from the dirty autumn fields, slowly running away from my governess. Now we were both eighteen years old. Last spring she married her peer and orphan Simkin in Shirokovo.

We did not see each other as girls, but I heard about her wedding and now about the expected birth from Marya Frantsevna, the paramedic, with whom I fell in love with a trembling poetry and admiration - tireless, tall, with a bright, feminine smile on her courageous face.

This morning, something pushed me to go to Alena. I collected a bundle of old linen for the baby's undershirts and sheets for her expectant child and dragged it myself to the stable to personally rush Fyodor with the bookmark.

But Fyodor was not at home: he was driving (70) with a groom a new four. I myself had to bring my Cossack from the stall and put him in a chaise.

Warmed and business-like, I jumped into the carriage, throwing my bundle into it, and touched the Cossack from the barn. Horseshoes rattled, and the wheels rumbled out over the boards onto the gravel road.

The spring grove shone through like pale yellow lace. The earth, swollen, rich, let out the first rays of green grasses. Ringing birds hurried. It was spacious. It smelled of roots, steamy leafy humus, resinous, splashed buds, and somehow wonderfully and prematurely sweet buttercups.

The grove is over. The gray village went, flooded with sparkling silver puddles. Then a country single-track road cut through black fields, brown fallows (71) and bright green stripes of low winter shoots in a narrow straight line.

It was empty, spacious; a fragrant wind blew widely, and above the nakedness of the black, breathing earth, a sharply burning sun shone in a very distant empty sky. I wanted courage and love. I let go of the reins, stopped driving the Cossack, and my chaise swayed, diving from pothole to pothole of an unsteady track. I was thrown all over from side to side, and it was good.

I wanted action and love. A feat is a sacrifice of one's life, and love is a passion. And all this together now.

She pressed her eyelids. Met, trembling, eyelashes. Then the whole expanse of spring dawned, and all my will rushed along radiant paths to the ultimate arc, where black-blue forests met in the distant distance with the empty blueness of the sky. And everything became possible for me. And I have never forgotten this, how the heart became ruthless, and the will inexorable, like a stretched bowstring.

A push ... It was as if it had hit me in the back, and I stumbled on the front of the chaise with my chest. My horse was beating up to his chest in the liquid mud, and the spring liquid was pouring through my legs over the sunken wheels.

Of course, before Shirokov every spring - these streams! Semyon drowned to death here last spring. Filled up in spring. The earth does not hold in the spring, like a quagmire abyss. Parting.

Cossack fights. Standing in a chaise, above the ankles in the mud, I hold the reins high and loudly, wildly, joyfully hoot. And the thought circling in the completely quiet brain is the same thing: will it take it out, will it not take it out? .. will it take it out, will it not take it out? ..

The wheels have moved. They are not visible. Are they floating? Or on the bottom? And the Cossack, bending down his ears, black already, and not bay, now diving with his back, now throwing up his rump, is he swimming? or along the bottom?.. I hoot, choking, towards the evil spring, and on the liquid bottomless mud, sharply burning rays sparkle, blinding.

It knocked. It's a wheel about solid. The chariot swung to the other side. Will it tip over? But it didn't tip over. Taken out.

In Shirokov the black huts are drowning in spring abysses. Fourth, fifth, sixth ... This is Alena's hut. The Cossack carefully drags the chaise onto a slippery brown mound of grass.

I threw the reins over the pole of the fence, and I was already in the hallway. The dirty, wet knot remained in the chaise.

After the dazzling expanse, with difficulty in the half-light, I grope for the door bracket.

Pushed, pushed.

There are many women in the hut. Parted.

On the floor, on the straw - the body. The legs are bent sharply upward with bare knees. The head is tilted. Face gray as earth. The mouth is terribly open. Gaping.

We don't know if she died?

Something bleats piteously in the corner.

Three days since she gave birth. Everything was on fire afterwards. She screamed: "Save me." What we don't know...

Grandmas toiled uselessly ...

Leaving the county...

Maria Frantsevna?

Andryusha Kozla was taken to a clinic in the city. Will cut...

And a lot of strange words, but it’s hard to understand how a friend of eighteen years old died and became the earth…

The hut is dim and stuffy. At the low window of a woman. By the huge stove, half a room, - women. And they huddle at the door.

Above the bench, by the window, Alenino's mirror in a tin frame. She was so thin, white, when they drove potatoes together on the cart of her mother Marya ...

I brought the mirror to the black mouth. No steam on glass ripples: no breath. A face like the earth, without age; like a quagmire, black mouth.

Something plaintively bleated in the corner.

Passed away.

The women turned to the images. Submissive eyes are raised, submissive heads are dropped low, submissive crosses are widely placed on the chest and over the shoulders.

My eyes looked defiant, because my inexorable will was strained like a bowstring in me. For myself, I was waiting for a feat and sacrifice.

But she died!

And bending low to the straw, she pressed her eyelids on the secret of her immensely astonished eyes...

Where is Simkin?

Haven't returned from the van yet...

You go around the streams as a pledge.

Yes, of course: I just forgot. And I go around the hut, and then I go through the fixed old fields, where, champing, the hooves smack the brown earth disgustingly. I hold the reins in my hands, with my elbow I firmly press to my chest a bundle with a tightly swaddled child. Nobody could leave it there. The spring rush is coming.

And again empty and spacious. And the fragrant wind is blowing. And under the nakedness of the black breathing earth, a sharply burning sun sparkles in a very distant and empty sky. I want a feat and ... victory.

They are waiting for me, feat and victory. I will leave this life of contentment and kindness. I will leave my loved ones. I will even leave the Cossack ... Forever without my horse, with one will. Marya Frantsevna will bring a letter from a friend from the city. Everything is ready for him. His suicidal brother has already decided. One of these days he will shoot himself, but before that he will marry me to give freedom from them, here. And then we will connect with a dear friend, so that together we can do a feat! All the same, his brother is not a tenant: he has no will. Will does not draw the bow of his life. We will pull for him, we will pull for three, we will pull for everyone, for the whole world! How is that arc further ...

His wife! .. that is, the wife of my friend?

She... Yes, she is not us. Not with us. Behind life ... She is like Alena, like a suicide brother, like a victim without a feat ...

Oh, tireless will, strain! If you are dead or dead, I live.

If I must die, I will die for you, for him, for the world.

Over here, death! Life and death are equal to me. In ecstasy, life and death are equivalent to me.

I live for myself. I'm dying for you

Sister... myself... my world!

Our manor manager's wife can never give birth. Three times they crushed the baby's head on the fourth day of torment. And the third day again.

She was carrying a baby to her full and unnecessary chest.

Oh dear, dear Verochka, my breasts are not needed!

She told me this yesterday in such a weak whisper and wept so tenderly. She will kiss my hands for a gift and the face of a shriveled sucker.

There was a piteous bleat in my bundle.

Something affectionately touched my forehead, warmly tickled my cheek, and shone. Feather! Two fluffs! The wind picked them up and carried them there, somewhere in the void of space.

She tossed her head.

Polishes (72) in an empty sparkle high gyrfalcon, does not stir its wings.

Not his fluff, of course ...

Like a spark, it burns in blue...

Heart, rise towards the rays of the Sun!

You are the strongest heart of the sun, the victorious will, my heart, the heart of the world, planted by God in the world!

From the hillock we rolled onto the road already on the other side of the streams. I am standing in the chaise, firmly and softly pressing the bundle with the child to my chest with my left elbow.

She raised the reins and whooped high.

The Cossack drew himself up like an arrow. The Cossack forgot the lynx. A Cossack is a Cossack and jumps with an arrow. The chariot hits the bumps of the unsteady track.

Sosun is silent. A hungry sucker swayed on my wobbly chest.

Drunken will of the evil spring, I have not forgotten you!

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“Is that so, Lord? Is this your will?..” Is it so, Lord? Is this your will? Are those my words? Quietly I walk along the spring field, The grass shines with dew. My house is gloomy and cramped in silence, How will You enter it? Do you want my new songs, beggar

My mouth is the mouth of the people: I speak too rudely and cordially for silky hares. And even stranger sounds my word for all the ink fish and foxes of the pen!

My hand is the hand of a fool: woe to all tables and walls and everything that can give room for diligence and for dirty fool!

My leg is a devil's hoof; with her seed I trot through a stone and a stump, in the field far and wide, and, like the devil, I rejoice at every fast run.

My stomach must be the stomach of an eagle? For he loves most of all the meat of the lamb. But, in any case, he is the stomach of a bird.

Fed on meager, innocent food, ready and passionately desiring to fly and fly away - such am I: am I not a bit of a bird!

And especially because I am hostile to the spirit of gravity, this is also the nature of the bird; and verily, I am a mortal enemy, an accursed enemy, an inborn enemy! Oh, wherever my enmity flew and wherever it flew!

About this I could sing a song - and I want to sing it: although I am alone in an empty house and have to sing it to my own ears.

There are, of course, other singers whose only full house makes their larynx soft, their hand eloquent, their eyes expressive, their heart cheerful - I am not like them. -

Whoever teaches people one day to fly will move all boundary stones; all the boundary stones themselves will fly up into his air, he will again christen the earth - with the name "light".

The ostrich bird runs faster than the fastest horse, but it still heavily hides its head in the heavy ground; so is a man who cannot yet fly.

The earth and life seem heavy to him; so wants the spirit of gravity! But whoever wants to be light and a bird must love himself, so I teach.

Of course, not the love of the sick and feverish: for their own love smells bad too!

One must learn to love oneself - this is how I teach - with a wholesome and healthy love: in order to bear oneself and not wander everywhere.

Such a wandering is called "love of one's neighbor": with the help of this word, up to now, most of all, and especially those whom the whole world has endured with difficulty, have lied and hypocrites.

And truly, this is not a commandment for today and tomorrow - to learn to love yourself. Rather, of all the arts, it is the most subtle, the most cunning, the last, and the most patient.

For for the owner all that is proper is always deeply buried; and of all the treasures, one's own treasure is the last to be dug up - this is how the spirit of gravity arranges it.

Almost from the cradle, heavy words and heavy values ​​are already given to us as a legacy: "good" and "evil" - this is the name of this dowry. And for their sake they forgive us that we live.

And besides, they allow small children to come to them in order to forbid them in time to love themselves - this is how the spirit of gravity arranges it.

And we - we trustfully drag what they give us as a dowry, on rough shoulders through the harsh mountains! And if we sweat, we are told: "Yes, life is hard to bear!"

But it's hard for a man to carry himself! This is because he carries too much of someone else's things on his shoulders. Like a camel, he kneels down and lets himself be properly loaded.

Especially a strong and enduring person, capable of deep reverence: he loads too many other people's heavy words and values ​​on himself - and now life seems to him a desert!

And truly! Even a lot of your own is hard to carry! Much within a person is like an oyster, disgusting and slippery, hard to grasp,

- so that a noble shell with noble ornaments should intercede for her. But this art must also be learned: to have a beautiful ghost and wise blindness in a shell!

And again, in many ways one can make a mistake in a person, because some shells are insignificant and sad, and too shells. A lot of hidden goodness and strength is never guessed: the most precious delicacies do not find gourmets!

Women know this, the most delicious; a little fatter, a little thinner - oh, how often fate is contained in so little!

It is difficult to discover a person, and oneself is most difficult of all; the spirit often lies about the soul. This is how the spirit of gravity arranges it.

But he has revealed himself who says: this is my good and my evil; by this he silenced the mole and the dwarf, who says: "Good for all, evil for all."

Truly, I do not like those who call every thing good and this world even the best of all worlds. I call them all-satisfied.

The omniscience that knows how to find everything tasty is not the best taste! I respect stubborn, discriminating tongues and stomachs that have learned to say "I", "yes" and "no".

But chewing and digesting everything is a real breed of pig! Constantly say E-A - only a donkey has learned this and who is his brother in spirit!

Thick yellow and bright scarlet paint: my taste demands them - mixing blood into all colors. But who paints his house with white paint reveals a bleached soul.

Some are in love with mummies, others with ghosts; both are equally hostile to all flesh and blood - oh, how repulsive they are to my taste! For I love blood.

And there I do not want to live and dwell, where everyone spits and spits: such is my taste - I would rather live among thieves and perjurers. Nobody carries gold in their mouth.

Unfortunate I call all those who have only one choice: to become a fierce beast or a fierce tamer of animals - I would not build my tent among them.

Unfortunate I also call those who should always be on guard - they are disgusting to my taste; all these publicans and merchants, kings and other guardians of the country and shops.

Truly, I also thoroughly learned to be on guard - but only on guard of myself. And above all, I learned to stand, and walk, and run, and jump, and climb, and dance.

For this is my teaching: whoever wants to learn to fly must first learn to stand, and walk, and run, and climb, and dance - you cannot immediately learn to fly!

By a rope ladder I learned to climb into many windows, I quickly climbed high masts: sitting on the high masts of knowledge seemed to me no small bliss, -

- burn with a small fire on high masts: although with a small fire, but a great consolation for stranded shipbuilders and shipwrecked! -

In many ways and ways I came to my truth: I climbed more than one ladder to a height from where my gaze rushed into my distance.

And I was always reluctant to ask about the roads - it was always contrary to my taste! I'd rather question and test the roads myself.

Testing and questioning was my whole walk - and truly, one must even learn to answer this question! But this is my taste:

- neither good nor bad, but my taste, which I am not ashamed of and do not hide.

"This is my way now, but where is yours?" - so I answered those who asked me about the "path". Because there is no path at all!

About old and new tablets

“Here I sit and wait; all the old, broken tablets around me, as well as new, half-written ones. When will my time come?

- the hour of my descent, entry: for one more time I want to go to the people.

I am waiting for him now: for first signs must precede me that my hour has come, namely, a laughing lion with a flock of doves.

In the meantime, I'm talking to myself, like one who has time. Nobody tells me anything new, so I tell myself about myself. -

- When I came to people, I found them frozen in their old conceit: they all imagined that they had long known what was good for a person and what was evil for him.

All talk about virtue seemed to them an old tiresome thing, and whoever wanted to sleep peacefully spoke about "good" and "evil" before going to bed.

I shook off this drowsiness when I began to teach: no one still knows what is good and what is evil - if he himself is not a creator!

“But the creator is the one who creates a purpose for man and gives the earth its meaning and its future: he first creates good and evil for all things.

And I told them to overthrow the old pulpits and everything on which this old conceit sat; I told them to laugh at their great teachers of virtue, at their saints and poets, at their deliverers of the world.

I ordered them to laugh at their gloomy sages and at those who ever, like a black scarecrow, warning, sat on the tree of life.

On the edge of their great street of tombs I sat with carrion and hawks - and I laughed at all their past and its rotten, decayed brilliance.

Truly, like preachers of repentance and madmen, I have expressed my anger at all their great and small - that all their best is so insignificant, that all their worst is so insignificant! I laughed so hard.

My longing for wisdom so screamed and laughed in me, verily, it was born on the mountains, my wild wisdom! - my great longing, noisy wings.

And often it carried me away, into the heights, among laughter; then I flew, shuddering like an arrow through the sun-drunk delight:

- there, to a distant future, which no dream has yet seen, to the south hotter than artists have ever dreamed: to where the gods, dancing, are ashamed of all clothes, -

- so I say in symbols and, like poets, I stammer and mutter: and verily, I am ashamed that I should still be a poet! -

There, where all becoming seemed to me a divine dance and prank, and the world - set free, unbridled, running back to itself -

- as the eternal flight of many gods from themselves and again a new search for oneself, as a blissful contradiction to oneself, new attention to oneself and the return to oneself of many gods. -

Where every time seemed to me a blissful mockery of moments, where necessity was freedom itself, blissfully playing with the sting of freedom. -

Where again did I find my old demon and sworn enemy, the spirit of gravity, and everything that he created: violence, statute, necessity, consequence, purpose, will, good and evil. -

Shouldn't there be things to dance over? Shouldn't there be moles and heavy dwarfs because there is the lightest and the lightest?

- There I raised the word "superman" on the road and that man is something that must be overcome,

- that a person is a bridge, not a goal; that he rejoices in his noon and evening as the path leading to new morning dawns:

the word of Zarathustra about the great noon, and what else have I hung on a man as on a second purple evening dawn.

Verily, I made them see even new stars and new nights; and above the clouds, day and night, I spread laughter, like a motley tent.

I taught them all my thoughts and all my aspirations: to gather together and carry together everything that is fragmentary, mysterious and terribly random in a person, -

- as a poet, a guesser and a deliverer from chance, I taught them to be creators of the future and to save everything that was, creating.

Save the past in a person and transform everything that "was" until the will says: "But that's how I wanted it! That's how I want it." -

This I called them deliverance, this alone I taught them to call deliverance. -

Now I am waiting for my deliverance - to go to them for the last time.

For one more time I will go to the people: among them I want to die, and, dying, I want to give them my richest gift!

I learned this from the sun, when it sets, the richest luminary: it pours gold into the sea from its inexhaustible treasuries, -

- so that even the poorest fisherman rows with a golden oar! For I saw it once, and as I watched, tears flowed from my eyes without ceasing. -

Like the sun, Zarathustra also wants to set: now he sits here and waits; around it are old, broken tablets, as well as new ones, half-written.

– Look, here is a new tablet; but where are my brethren who will carry it with me into the valley and into hearts of flesh? -

Thus says my great love for those most distant: do not spare your neighbor. Man is something that must be overcome.

There are many ways and means of overcoming - look for them yourself! But only a buffoon thinks: "You can jump over a person."

Overcome yourself even in your neighbor: and the right that you can win for yourself, you must not allow to be given to you!

What you do, no one can compensate you for. Know that there is no retribution.

He who cannot command himself must obey. Others can command themselves, but they still lack a lot to be able to obey themselves!

– This is what the character of noble souls desires: they do not want to have anything for free, least of all life.

Who from the crowd wants to live in vain; we are others to whom life is given - we constantly think about what we could give the best in exchange for it!

And verily, that speech is noble, which says: "What life promises us, we want to fulfill for life!"

There is no need to look for pleasure where there is no place for pleasure. And - do not want to enjoy!

For pleasure and innocence are the most shameful things: they do not want to be looked for. You must have them, but you must rather look for guilt and suffering! -

“O my brothers, whoever is the firstborn is always sacrificed. And now we are firstborn.

We all bleed on secret altars, we all burn and roast in honor of old idols.

Our best is still young; it irritates the old sky. Our meat is tender, our skin is only the skin of a lamb - how can we not irritate the old idol priests!

He still lives in us, the old idol priest, he roasts our best for his feast. Ah, my brethren, how can the first-born not be sacrificed!

But this is how our race wants it; and I love those who do not seek to save themselves. I love those who are perishing with all my love, for they pass over to the other side. -

– Few can be truthful! And who can, does not want more! But least of all can they be kind.

Oh those good ones! “Good people never tell the truth; for the spirit to be so kind is a disease.

They yield, these good ones, they submit, their heart echoes, their reason obeys: but whoever obeys, he does not listen to himself!

All that the good call evil must unite so that a single truth is born - O my brothers, are you evil enough for this truth?

Desperate boldness, long-term distrust, cruel denial, satiety, cutting life - how rarely it happens together. But from such a seed, truth is born!

Until now, all knowledge has grown alongside an unclean conscience! Break, break, you knowers, the old tablets!

- When logs are in the water, when bridges and railings are thrown over the river, - truly, they will not believe if someone says then: "Everything flows."

Even goofballs will contradict him. "How? - the dummies will say, - everything flows? After all, beams and railings are thrown over the river!"

"Above the river everything is strong, all the values ​​of things, bridges, concepts, all "good" and "evil" - all this is strong!" -

And when the harsh winter comes, the tamer of the rivers, then even the scoffers begin to doubt; and verily, not only the bumpkins say then: "Isn't everyone calm?"

“At the bottom, all is calm” is the true teaching of winter, convenient for barren times, a good consolation for those who sleep in winter and couch potatoes in the oven.

"Basically, everything is calm" - but the wind in the thaw speaks against this!

The wind in the thaw is a bull, but not a plowing one, but a mad bull, a destroyer, breaking ice with angry horns! Ice breaks bridges!

O my brothers, is not everything flowing now? Didn't all the railings and bridges fall into the water? Who will still hold on to "good" and "evil"?

"Woe to us! Bless us! A warm wind blew!" - so preach, my brothers, in all the streets!

There is an old madness, it is called good and evil. The wheel of this madness has hitherto revolved around soothsayers and astrologers.

Once they believed in soothsayers and astrologers; and therefore they believed: "Everything is fate: you must, because it must be so!"

Then again they began to distrust all soothsayers and astrologers; and therefore they believed: "Everything is freedom: you can, because you want!"

O my brethren, the stars and the future have so far only been dreamed of, but they have not known; and therefore, up to now only dreamed of good and evil, but did not know them!

"You must not rob! You must not kill!" - such words were once called sacred; they bowed their knees and heads before them, and approached them, taking off their shoes.

But I ask you: when there were more robbers and murderers in the world, if not when these words were especially sacred?

Is there no robbery and murder in life itself? And to consider these words sacred, doesn't it mean to kill the truth itself?

I feel sorry for the whole past, for I see that it is given to the will, -

- given to the mercy, spirit and madness of each of the generations, which comes and interprets everything that was as a bridge for itself!

A great tyrant may come, a crafty monster who, with his mercy and disgrace, will rape the whole past - until it becomes for him a bridge, a sign, a herald and a crowing of a rooster.

But here is another danger and my other regret: the memory of those who are from the crowd does not go further than the grandfather, and time ends with the grandfather.

And so the whole past is left to chance: for it may someday happen that the crowd becomes the master, and every time it drowns in shallow water.

Therefore, O my brothers, a new nobility is needed, an opponent of everything that is every crowd and every despotism, a nobility that will again write the word “noble” on new tablets.

For it takes a lot of nobles, and nobles of various kinds, to make up a nobility! Or, as I once said in a symbol, "the divinity lies in the fact that there are gods, and not God!".

O my brothers, I welcome you to a new nobility: you must become creators and educators - sowers of the future, -

- verily, it is not to know that you, as merchants, could buy merchants' gold: for there is little value in everything that has its price.

Let not where you come from now be your honor, but where you are going! Your will and your steps, going further than yourself - let them be your new honor from now on!

Truly, it is not that you served the prince - what do princes mean now! - or that you were a stronghold for what stands, so that it stands stronger!

Not that your family at courts became courtiers and you learned, colorful as flamingos, to stand for hours in shallow ponds.

– For the ability to stand is the merit of the courtiers; and all the courtiers believe that to bliss after death belongs - permission to sit down! -

Nor is it that the spirit they call holy led your ancestors into the promised lands, which I do not promise; for where the worst of all trees, the cross, has grown, there is nothing to praise in such a land!

– And truly, wherever this “holy spirit” led its knights, goats and geese, madmen and lunatics always ran ahead of such processions! -

O my brethren, your knowledge must not look backward, but forward! You must be exiles from the country of your fathers and forefathers!

You must love the country of your children: let this love be your new nobility - a country not yet discovered, lying in the most distant seas! And let your sails search and search for it!

With your children you must atone for the fact that you are the children of your fathers: you must save all the past in this way! I place this new tablet over you!

"Why live? Everything is vanity! To live is to thresh straw; to live is to burn yourself and still not get warm." -

This old chatter is still reputed to be "wisdom" because it is old and smells musty, it is even more respected. Even mold ennobles. -

Children could say this: they are afraid of fire, because it burned them! Much childishness in old wisdom books.

And whoever always "threshes straw," what right does he have to blaspheme threshing! Such fools should be gagged!

They sit down at the table and bring nothing with them, not even healthy hunger; and now they blaspheme: "everything is vanity!"

But it is good to eat and drink well, O my brothers, this is truly not a vain art! Break, break the tablets of those who never rejoice!

"To the pure all things are pure," is what the people say. But I tell you: for pigs, everything turns into a pig!

Therefore, frenzied and saints, whose hearts even sank, preach: "The world itself is a dirty monster."

For they are not all pure in spirit; especially those who find neither peace nor rest, except perhaps seeing the world from behind - and otherworldly!

I tell them to their faces, although it does not sound kindly: the world is similar to a person in that it also has a backside - and this is only so true!

There is a lot of dirt in the world - and it is only so true! But that is why the world itself is not yet a dirty monster!

There is wisdom in the fact that much in the world smells bad - but disgust itself creates wings and forces that divine the sources!

Even in the best there is something repulsive; and even the best man is something that must be overcome!

O my brothers, there is much wisdom in the fact that there is much filth in the world!

I heard how pious otherworldly people spoke to their conscience, and truly, without malice and lies, although there is nothing more deceitful and malicious in the world.

"Let the world be the world! Don't even raise your little finger against it!"

"Let anyone who wants to strangle and stab people and rip off their skin - do not raise even a little finger against him! Thus they will learn to renounce the world."

"And your own mind - you yourself must strangle it: for it is the mind of this world - so you yourself will learn to renounce the world."

- Break, break, O my brothers, these old tablets of the pious! Develop the words of slanderers to the world!

"He who studies a lot, unlearns every strong desire" - this is how they whisper today in all the dark streets.

"Wisdom tires, nothing is rewarded; you must not desire!" - I found this new tablet hung out even in the market squares.

Break, O my brothers, break this new tablet too! Weary of the world, both the preachers of death and the jailers hanged it: for, look, this is also a sermon calling for slavery!

For they learned badly, and far from the best, and everything too soon and everything too soon: for they ate badly, and therefore they received this spoiled stomach,

- for a spoiled stomach is their spirit: it advises death! For verily, my brethren, the spirit is the stomach!

Life is a spring of joy; but in whom the spoiled stomach speaks, the father of sorrow, for that all springs are poisoned.

To know is joy for the one in whom the will of the lion is! But he who is tired becomes himself only an "object of will", all waves play with him.

And this is always the case with weak people: they get lost on their way. And finally, their fatigue still asks: "Why did we once go along the roads? It's all the same everywhere!"

They like to hear it preached, "Nothing is rewarded! You don't have to covet!" But this is a sermon calling for slavery.

O my brethren, like a breath of fresh wind Zarathustra comes to all who are weary of their way; many noses he will make sneeze!

Even through walls my free breath penetrates, enters prisons and captive minds!

"To want" liberates: for to want is to create, so I teach. And only for creation you must learn!

And even to learn, you must first learn from me, learn well! He who has ears, let him hear!

The boat is ready - on the other side you will fall, perhaps, into the great Nothing. “But who wants to enter into this “perhaps”?

None of you wants to enter the boat of death! How then do you want to be weary of the world!

Tired of the world! You haven't even left the earth yet! I always found you lustful towards the earth, still in love with your own weariness with the earth!

It is not for nothing that your lip drooped: a small earthly desire still sits on it! And in the eye - doesn't a cloud of unforgotten earthly joy float?

There are many good inventions on earth, some of them useful, others pleasant; for their sake it is worth loving the earth.

And many inventions are so good that they are like a woman's breasts - both useful and pleasant.

And you, tired of the world and lazy! You must be whipped with rods! With blows of the rod, you need to return your frisky legs.

For - if you are not sick and obsolete creatures, from which the earth is tired, then you are cunning sloths or thieving, lurking, lustful cats. And if you don't want to run merrily again, you must - disappear!

One should not wish to be a doctor of the incurable - thus teaches Zarathustra - therefore you must disappear!

But it takes more courage to put an end to it than to sit out a new verse - all doctors and poets know this. -

O my brethren, there are tablets created by weariness and tablets created by rotten indolence - although they speak the same way, they want to be heard differently. -

Look at this thirsty one! Only one span still separates him from his goal, but from fatigue he lay down here stubbornly in the dust - this brave man!

From fatigue, he yawns at the path, at the ground, at the goal and at himself: he does not want to take a single step further - this brave man!

And now the sun beats him down, and the dogs lick his sweat; but he lies here in his stubbornness and prefers to languish with thirst -

– within a span of your goal to languish with thirst! And, truly, you will still have to drag him by the hair to his sky - this hero!

Better still, leave him where he lay down, so that a comforting sleep will come to him with the sound of a refreshing rain.

Let him lie down until he himself wakes up—until he himself renounces all weariness and everything that weariness taught him!

Only, my brothers, drive away from him dogs, lazy slickers and all the noisy rabble -

- all the noisy rabble of "cultured" people who regale themselves - then heroes! -

I close circles around me and sacred boundaries; fewer and fewer climbing mountains with me; I build a backbone of ever more sacred mountains. -

And this is his art, that in ascending souls he guesses where they are tired; in your grief and discontent, in your tender bashfulness, he builds his hideous nest.

- the most extensive soul, which can run far, wander and rush about in itself; the most necessary, which for the sake of pleasure throws itself into chance -

- the soul that is, which is immersed in becoming; possessor who wants to enter into will and desire,

- running away from herself and catching up with herself in wide circles; the wisest soul, which madness quietly invites to itself, -

O my brothers, am I cruel? But I say: what falls, you still need to push!

Everything from today falls and falls apart; who would want to keep it! But I - I want to push him some more!

Do you know the pleasure of rolling stones into sheer depths? “These people of today: look at them, how they slide into my depths!”

I am only a prelude to the best players, O my brothers! Example! Follow my lead!

And whoever you don't teach to fly, teach him to fall faster! -

I love the brave; but it's not enough to be a slasher - you also need to know who to slash!

And often there is more courage in holding back and passing by - and thereby saving yourself for a more worthy enemy!

You should have only enemies that you would hate, and not such that you despise them. You need to be proud of your enemy - I taught this once already.

For a more worthy enemy, you must take care of yourself, O my friends; therefore you must pass by many things,

- especially past the numerous scum, shouting in your ears about the people and peoples.

Keep your eyes clear of their pros and cons! There is a lot of justice, a lot of unfairness: whoever looks there is indignant.

Peeking and cutting is a matter of one minute: so go into the woods and sheathe your sword!

Go your own ways! And let the people and peoples go on their own! - verily, by dark roads, not illuminated by a single hope!

Let the merchant reign where all that still glitters is the merchant's gold! The time of kings has passed: what is today called a people does not deserve kings.

See how these peoples themselves now imitate the merchants: they pick up the slightest advantage from all sorts of rubbish!

They lie in wait for each other, they look out for something from each other - this is what they call "good neighborliness." O blessed distant time, when the people said to themselves: "I want to be master over the nations!"

For, my brethren, the best must rule, and the best wants to rule! And where the teaching says otherwise, there is no better.

If only they had bread for free, alas! what would they shout about! Their sustenance is the real food for their conversations; and let it be hard for them!

They are predatory beasts: in their word "work" - one can also hear rob, in their word "earn" - one can also hear outwitting! Therefore, let it be difficult for them!

Thus they must become better beasts of prey, more cunning, more intelligent, more like a man: for man is the best beast of prey.

From all the beasts man has already robbed their virtues; therefore, of all animals, it is most difficult for a man to get his livelihood.

Only more birds are taller than him. And if man also learned to fly, alas! - wherever his rapacity flies!

I want to see a man and a woman: one capable of war, the other capable of childbearing, but both capable of dancing head and feet.

And let that day be lost for us when we never danced! And let us call false any truth that did not have laughter!

Conclusion of your marriages: see that it does not come out a bad conclusion! You entered into too quickly: hence the desecration of marriage!

And it is better to desecrate a marriage than to bend a marriage, to slander a marriage! - one woman said to me: "Yes, I defiled the marriage, but first the marriage defiled - me!"

Bad spouses I have always found the most vindictive: they take revenge on the whole world for the fact that they can no longer go each one separately.

Therefore, I want honest people to say to each other: "We love each other; let's see if we can continue to love each other! Or will our promise be an oversight?"

- "Give us a term and a short alliance, so that we can see if we are suitable for a long alliance! It is a great thing to always be together!"

So I advise all honest; and what would be my love for the superman and for everything that is to come, if I advised and spoke otherwise!

Grow not only in breadth, but also up - O my brothers, may the garden of matrimony help you!

He who is wise in the old sources, behold, he will eventually seek the springs of the future and new sources. -

O my brothers, it will not be long before new nations will arise, and new springs will roar, falling into new depths.

For an earthquake fills up many wells and creates many thirsty ones; but it also brings forth inner powers and mysteries.

An earthquake opens new springs. When the old peoples are shaken, new springs spring up.

And whoever then exclaims: “Look, here is a single spring for many who are thirsty, a single heart for many who are languishing, a single will for many tools,” - a people gathers around him, that is, many who are trying.

Who knows how to command, who must obey - this is tested there! Oh, what a long search, success and failure, study and new attempts!

Human society: it is an attempt, so I teach, a long search; but it seeks the commanding one! -

- an attempt, my brothers! But not a "contract"! Break, break this word of soft and indecisive hearts and half-hearted people!

O my brothers! Wherein lies the greatest danger to the entire human future? Is it not in the good and the righteous? -

- Is it not in those who say and feel in their hearts: "We already know what is good and what is righteous, we have reached this; woe to those who are still searching here!"

And whatever harm the evil do, the harm of the good is the most harmful harm!

And no matter how much harm the slanderers have done to the world, the harm of the good is the most harmful harm.

O my brethren, in the heart of the good and righteous there once looked the one who then said: "These are the Pharisees." But he was not understood.

The kindest and most righteous should not have understood him; their spirit is a prisoner of their pure conscience. The stupidity of the good is inscrutablely clever.

But here's the truth: the good ones must be Pharisees - they have no other choice!

The good must crucify him who finds his own virtue! It is truth!

The second one who discovered their country, the country, heart and land of the good and righteous, was the one who then asked: "Who do they hate most of all?"

The creator they hate the most: the one who breaks the tablets and old values, the destroyer - whom they call a criminal.

For the good ones cannot create: they are always the beginning of the end -

- they crucify the one who writes new values ​​on new tablets, they sacrifice the future to themselves - they crucify the whole human future!

The good ones were always the beginning of the end.

O my brethren, have you also understood this word? And what did I say once about "the last man"? -

Wherein lies the greatest danger to the entire human future? Is it not in the good and the righteous?

Break, break the good and righteous! “O my brethren, have you also understood this word?

Are you running from me? Are you scared? Do you tremble at this word?

O my brothers, when I commanded you to break the good ones and the tablets of the good ones, then for the first time I let a man sail on his open sea.

And now only great fear sets in for him, great prudence, great illness, great disgust, great seasickness.

Deceptive shores and false security have been shown to you by good ones; in the lies of the good you were born and shrouded in it. The good have perverted and distorted everything to the very foundations.

But whoever discovered the earth "man" also discovered the earth "human future". Now you must be sailors, brave and patient!

Walk straight in time, O my brothers, learn to walk straight! The sea is raging; many need you to rise again.

The sea is raging: everything is in the sea. Well! forward! you old sailor hearts!

What do you care about the motherland! Our ship strives there, where is the country of our children! There, in the open, more furiously than the sea, our great longing rages! -

“Why so hard!” once said the charcoal to the diamond. “Are we not close relatives?” -

Why so soft? O my brothers, thus I ask you: are you not my brothers?

Why so soft, so submissive and compliant? Why so much denial, renunciation in your heart? So little fate in your eyes?

And if you do not want to be fatal and inflexible, how can you ever win with me?

And if your hardness does not want to sparkle and cut and dissect, how can you ever, together with me, create?

All creators are precisely firm. And it must seem blissful to you to lay your hand on millennia, as on wax, -

- to write with bliss at the will of millennia, as on bronze - harder than bronze, nobler than bronze. Only the noblest is absolutely firm.

This new tablet, O my brothers, I give you: stand firm! -

O my will! You are the avoidance of all troubles, you are my inevitability! Keep me safe from all little victories!

You are the lot of my soul, which I call fate! You are inside me! Need me! Protect and save me for a single great destiny!

And save your last greatness, O my will, for the end - so that you are inexorable in your victory! Ah, who did not submit to his victory!

Ah, whose eye did not darken in this intoxicating twilight! Ah, whose foot did not stumble and did not forget how to win - to stand!

May I be ready and ripe at the great noon: ready and ripe, like white-hot copper, like a cloud fraught with lightning, and like an udder swollen with milk, -

- ready for himself and for his most secret will: like a bow flaming towards its arrow, like an arrow flaming towards its star;

- like a star, ready and ripe in its noon, blazing, pierced, blessed before the destroying arrows of the sun;

- like the sun itself and its inexorable will, ready to be destroyed in victory!

Oh will, avoidance of all troubles, you are my inevitability! Save me for one great victory!

Thus spoke Zarathustra.